We had to say good bye to our great family dog last week. Sam was 14 going on 15 years old. Daryl and I acquired him in 1994 from someone who could not afford to take care of him anymore. He was a great family dog and I am the one who probably misses him the most as he figured out years ago that he was probably going to get the most love and human food from me. I still wait for the bark when the doorbell rings and breadcrusts now go in the garbage (what a waste).I am sure he's exploring doggy heaven and enjoying every minute of it!
